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Compliance #masturbationmonday

It is an intriguing moment when you realise that someone wants to be dominated.

When it feels right It’s like the tumblers in a complex locking system all clicking and slotting into place. Sometimes the tumblers need a little lubrication, but ultimately they fall where they should. Other times no amount of twisting and turning that key is going to open the door.

Tonight the lock has turned very smoothly.

I’m enjoying watching them take their clothes off. They’re very eager, tripping and hopping their way out of their jeans and socks. It’s cute really, but I’m pretty sure that won’t last long.

Not with the way I’m feeling tonight.

I roll my shoulders, feel the strength run across my back and flex my hands. Crossing my legs, I settle back into the chair, my hands resting on each arm.

“Come and stand in front of me.”

They’re almost the same height: one is dark, one is blonde. A very striking combination. They’re pleasing to the eye but to be honest that isn’t important. Tonight I want to go beneath the surface. I have come to realise that I find most people attractive when they are covered in sweat and bearing my marks. The attraction, the pleasure comes from their submission not their muscle definition or the symmetry of their features.

“Take hold of your cocks. Nice and slow, let me see how you jerk off.”

They look nervously at each other as they respond to my instruction. I see their eyes flick down to each others cocks. They stand hard and proud, a fine symbol of their youth and vitality.

I read each gesture and facial expression. They want to explore each other and it is my job to help them do that. They just need a little nudge.

“That’s nice,” I murmur as I watch them fist their cocks. “Stop. Now face each other, please. That’s it, now take hold of each other’s cock.”

They hesitate but I wait patiently, my silence pressing against them.

The dark one, Eddie, raises his hand slowly. I smile, so he is the bold one. We watch Liam’s eyes flutter closed as Eddie’s fingers curl around his hard, straining cock. Oh I can almost feel that, the shocking newness of it.

Liam has to move his feet wider to keep his balance as Eddie begins to pump his cock. Liam hasn’t followed my instruction yet, but that’s ok, I want to see how this plays out.

I hear Liam’s breathing speed up. He opens his eyes and looks at Eddie as he whispers, “Oh God!

The intensity between them is fascinating and beautiful.

“You may touch each other.”

Liam’s hand immediately comes to rest on Eddie’s shoulder, holding on as his world shifts. His head falls forward to rest against Eddie. His body is taut and looks ready to snap as Eddie’s hand lands on the back of his neck.

“Faster, Eddie. Take him right to the edge.”

He glances at me when I stand and begin to walk towards them. I see the excitement there, the nervous anxiety. His hand speeds up as Liam’s loud panting breaths echo around the room.

“You want to come don’t you, Liam?” I whisper in his ear, pressing my body against his back. “You want to come for Eddie, you want to let out all that pent up frustration. All those times you’ve made yourself come thinking about him and now you’re finally where you want to be, aren’t you?”

“Yes, fuck yes.” He moans against Eddie’s neck.

“Stop, Eddie!” My tone is sharp and Eddie immediately does as I say.

“No!” The word is torn out of Liam as he lifts his head to look at me with pleading eyes.

“There’s no hurry, darling. We’ve got all night and I very much like to see that desperate look on your face.”

I turn and stroke my hand from Eddie’s shoulders down his smooth, broad back to his tight arse, giving his cock a couple of long, slow pulls while I squeeze his arse hard. I watch him clench his jaw.

“Start again, Eddie. Let’s see how much he can take.”

It’s one of my favourite things watching sweat appearing on naked skin. The shimmer of light moisture that leads to droplets running down the lines of a body. The physical manifestation of all that effort and agony. I raise my index finger and scoop up the rivulet that’s running down Liam’s back. He is suffering now, after the fifth time of being edged he is leaning heavily on Eddie and chanting a litany of soft desperate words.

It’s time.

“Stop, Eddie.”

I quickly step to the side and bring my hand down hard on Liam’s arse. Once, twice, three time – all over his tight, clenching muscle. I love the sting on my palm, the impact up my arm and across my shoulders. I spank him over and over and then as I listen to his low, agonised moan I say, “Now, Eddie. Finish it.”

I watch Liam’s head fly back, feel his hips thrust forwards, hear his yell of release and meet Eddie’s burning gaze over his shoulder before it falls to watch the cock coming in his hand.

I walk around to look at the mess he’s made on his stomach and cock. I look at Eddie’s painfully hard cock and stroke it softly from tip to base while I watch him flinch. Oh we’re going to have so much fun with that.

“On your knees, Eddie and clean him up.”

It is gratifying to see just how quickly he falls to the floor, his tongue searching for that first taste as Liam moans and runs his hand through Eddie’s hair.